Ok so today was a little bit crazy and slightly stressfull. But thankfully I had a good chat with John last night and we hatched a plan B. You see Tom is sick with a cold/sinus infection (who knows but the DR refused to treat him Wednesday and he is worse today, surprise surprise) and his day care mum and my sister would not look after him with a cold. So guess ho came too.
Plan B. John who is crazy busy at work due to end of financial year stuff and having deadlines to meet buy close of business today, took an hour or so out from work to spend with me and Tom at the Dr's office so I could go in and have my scans alone and pick up my drugs at the IVF unit.
So that is what we did. All was ok until some crazy Pathology lady HAD to talk to him. sigh. Must be the week for strangers thinking it is ok to insist on a conversation with small children. He then spent 10 mins under my legs with a blanket over his head.
My scan. Nothing happening on the left side, lining looks good. And the kicker is three good sized follies on the right. insert dr's profanities. (I am pretty sure they were going off in his mind as much as they were in mine.) As the next line was. "We will see what next week brings, we do not want tripplets." Shit. We have been down this road. Flash backs to Dr E. Noooo!!!!!!!!
So fingers crossed that Monday brings better news that at least one has dropped back in size.
No if only this fatigue and headache would kindly desert me. I need to care for my little man and have no time for a nap, because well we all know he won't nap with me.
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